My name is Brendan. It’s not Brandon. They might seem similar, but I can tell the difference between the two. They sound completely different. It’s a blessing and a curse to have a name that is not what most people are used to. You can tell who your real friends are… if they can’t say your name right, than they don’t know your name, so you don’t feel entitled to do them any favors.
Pronouncing a name wrong is a bad as calling someone by the wrong name. So is spelling a name wrong. There’s a huge difference between John and Jon, between Shaun and Sean. You either know my name or you don’t. If you don’t, don’t expect anything from me, especially if I’ve known you for a while and you can’t say my fucking name.
Learning someone’s name is half the battle, saying it right wins the war. Just ask anyone named Tara.
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